by Marian Keyes
February the fifteenth is a very special day for me. It is the day I gave birth to my first child. It is also the day my husband left me...I can only assume the two events weren't entirely unrelated.
Claire has everything she ever wanted: a husband she adores, a great apartment, a good job. Then, on the day she gives birth to their first baby, James informs her that he's leaving her. Claire is left with a newborn daughter, a broken heart, and a postpartum body that she can hardly bear to look at.
She decides to go home to Dublin. And there, sheltered by the love of a quirky family, she gets better. So much so, in fact, that when James slithers back into her life, he's in for a bit of a surprise.
This was an older book I kept meaning to read. I had to really struggle to finish this book. Of the 550 pages, the first 150 or so are basically Claire whining. I really wanted to smack her.
Sadly, I never grew to like her...and it's a shame. There were some funny parts, and I do like the author's writing style.